“You like that idea,” he mused, his hand going to my throat as he used my thumb to push my chin upward, baring my neck to his mouth. “You like the idea of feeling me there?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “I like it.”
“Hmmm,” he said as he pressed kisses to my throat and jaw. “You gonna come for me again, baby?”
I already felt the inevitable building.
“Of course,” I teased. “Would you settle for anything less?”
He caught my chin in his hand and tilted me back down so that I was staring into his eyes. “Nothing less. You’ll never leave my bed and not be satisfied with your care.”
My eyes gleamed. “Okay, Baymax.”
The movie we’d watched together in the hospital room weeks ago felt like a distant memory.
But it’d been a memorable one because he’d rubbed lotion into my feet.
When he’d finished, he’d asked, “Are you satisfied with your care?”
And he’d given me the same line. “You’ll never leave my bed and not be satisfied with your care.”
“Shh,” he said. “I’m focusing.”
I slammed my mouth down on his and kissed him.
Long minutes later, we both came.
My ribs didn’t ache at all.
And I was definitely satisfied with my care.
Twenty-Seven
One day I’ll be happy that my daughter is so strong willed. Today is not that day.
—Weaver’s secret thoughts
Weaver
“Are you joking?”
I looked at the bear that was on the telephone pole and said, “I’m not.”
“Son of a bitch,” my dispatcher groaned. “I’ll call wildlife management.”
A game warden showed up twenty minutes later.
Creed got out of his truck, walked up to my side, and stared at the problem.
“Huh,” he said. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”
“Probably should call Boone,” I admitted. “We’re going to have to tranq him to get him down.”
“That would be my suggestion, too,” he said as he looked around the area. “If that baby’s up there, Mama has to be around.”
“That’s why I’m way back here, and nowhere near that telephone pole right now.”
Creed crossed his arms over his chest while I placed the call to Boone.
